Quickie update, guest post, blah blah blah.

Yes, it's another of my infamous "quick posts" to remind you--I am ALIVE. Working on a fun series (answering survey questions, finally,) AND I posted at my mom's blog! So while your waiting for ramblings from moi, head over there. Oh yes, and my sister Anna is now blogging again (can I hear a unanimous cheer?) Follow, comment, you know the regime.

ttyl,

Mich

PS. I'm leaving for a week long visit to a dear friend. . .and am on the hunt for guest posters. Any takers? If you are interested, contact me via email. And thank you in advance! 

Rain As I Wait

Rain as I wait.

Grey.

Slow.

Drenching my mind

Soaking my soul.

Rain as I wait.

Dribbling.

Warm.

Summertime promise

Peace through the storm.

Rain as I wait.

Heart.

Mind.

Bathed in God’s goodness

A rainbow His sign.

Rain as I wait.

Struggle.

Yearn.

Hope born in dreamland

In darkness we learn.

Rain as I wait.

Peace.

Grace.

Moved by His power

Lost in His face.

Rain as I wait.

Teach.

Find.

The Healer, our Helper

Our Savior, divine.

Wait.

© MichCira 2013

"I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope."

Psalm 130:5

Idea.

It found life in a sigh. It flickered, sputtered, trying to stand, moving upward, upward, becoming larger. It was a word unformed. Struggle for breath. Puff of smoke. Heartbeat. New birth. It didn't know itself, couldn't feel itself. But it was there. There in the recesses of someone’s imagination, that thing that paints pictures. The machine that reaches into the soul, pulling out pieces so deep, so real, scattering them to fate. Imagination gave it birth, formed it, spoke to it of dreams. It looked in the mirror of the mind, smiling at its reflection; still so small, still delicate and fleeting. But it was something, and it was determined to grow. To escape the prison of imagination and take action in a human world. In this mirror it changed, taking shape, becoming solid, stronger until the mind could not contain it. Then it fled into what is called life, and it lived with men. It became the force of the person it possessed; the driving power, ever expanding, always moving. Like voices in the wind, deeper than love, bigger than the sky, it grew. A master. A warrior. And like an army, it recruited others, tiny sparks, new expansions, ever building its kingdom. How the heart of its human throbbed! How it sought and worried, how it strove, succeeded, and climbed. Nothing could get in their way. Nothing could break the bond between them. They moved as one, they worked as one. This thing born in reverie. This spark a blazing fire. And it laughed into the window of what was; no longer a mirror. No longer the reflection of possibility. Imagination, its parent, lay dusty in the box of the mind, useless, overcome with one single purpose. The duty was done. The thing was set free. Free to become a glory or a downfall. Free to fight, and love, and live, and die. Free to be whatever man wanted--to move mountains, to reign victorious. Free. . .until man's frustration turned to the parent. Thoughts rose from the ashes and new things became sighs. Flickerings, flames, fighting for life. They were new, exciting, raw, real. They pushed at the core of the mind and woke imagination--the power to make man fly. A word unformed. A struggle for breath. Battling until the first thing fell and life continued in all its disappointment and pain. Once more it saw the mirror, its own soul. Laughing no longer, swallowed by other things that were growing. It sighed once, turned its back on what was. . .and the idea died.

in.

in my life: yes, that was a direct quote from Les Miz, because--"in my life, there are so many questions unanswered that somehow seem wrong." sometimes the most beautiful becomes but a memory--sometimes the biggest blessings become a curse. but God is GOOD. i'm looking forward to a bright, new season of friendship, faith, and days full of HIS plans. Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD. Pslam 31:24

in my day: nannying. the face of my favorite baby, now crawling like a pro--cute, chubbly, and smiling. later there will be tomato bisque with pasta and shrimp. just about perfect, light, and exactly what i want on a semi-gloomy spring day. oh, and Fairest will be waiting with my lazy boy chair after showering tonight. bliss.

in my mind: memories of friends--this month has been BUSY. one of the busiest in the last couple of years, with visitors almost every week, events, and constant activity. i think. . .my family should open a bed and breakfast. ;)

in my ears: a quiet house. . .just me and Anna up as we prepare for work (nannying). soft bird call. the quiet hum of cars on the main road. my typing fingers.

in my eyes: our Japanese cherry blossom tree; still pink, but slowly losing it's springtime gown to it's maroon -colored leaves.

in my future: a summer-full of places to go, things to see, movies to work on, people to meet, and new hope. "There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind." C.S. Lewis

in the things i currently love: countless, lazy hours in a coffee shop. the Psalms. mocha's. simple lunches of cheese, crackers, and veggies. wearing my hair fuss-free and straight. classic Disney movies. C.S. Lewis quotes. homemade mac 'in cheese. cardinals. pink oxford-flats. "Fred", my owl necklace. new bedspreads. maxi skirts. talks with mom. "All I Have is Christ." the forgiveness of God.

"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different. . ."  C.S. Lewis